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——𝗕𝗢𝗚𝗚𝗔𝗥𝗧𝗦; 𝟬𝟬𝟱 「❀」| 𝗖𝗛𝗔𝗣 . 𝟬𝟱
╔═══*.·:·.☽✧ ✦ ✧☾.·:·.*═══╗ THE ONE WITH THE BIGGEST FEAR ╚═══*.·:·.☽✧ ✦ ✧☾.·:·.*═══╝
❰ 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗋𝖽 𝗒𝖾𝖺𝗋 ❱
——THAT NIGHT, ELIZA SAT ON THE COMMON ROOM COUCH AFTER A RECURRING NIGHTMARE.
she didn't understand why — but that stupid dog would keep making appearances in her dreams, or rather, nightmares.
the night before, it was the dog lunging at a nearby rat — a torn, beat up rat, missing a toe. one oddly alike scabbers.
tonight, however, it was that same dog deciding that rons leg looked rather like a meal than a leg. and she couldn't figure out why she was getting those dreams.
"you alright?" asked a voice from behind her.
she whipped her head around, only to see dean thomas stood there rubbing his eyes.
"yeah, yeah i'm alright..." she replied, turning back to the burning fire, "hey, dean?"
"yeah?" he said, sitting in one of the loveseats.
"you like — divination, don't you?" she asked, tilting her head and facing him.
"i'm not...fond of it, actually, seamus likes it...though, it's why i took the class. why?" he asked, furrowing his eyebrows.
"nothing, it's just...forgot to buy divination books at diagon alley, and you like to read, right?," she asked, dean nodded, "do you — have a book i can study with — just for the night!"
dean smiled, "yeah of course, just...wait here, i got loads"
"thanks dean" she muttered, watching the boy get up and make his way up the stairs quietly.
she heard the distant snores of ron, and stifled a laugh.
she sat silently, listening intensely to the cracking flames. she picked up a small, unused, empty ink - pot, and pointed her wand toward it, within a small second, the pot transfigured into a large cup, filled with a hot, chocolate drink. she smiled warmly, taking a sip just as she heard dean rush down the stairs, holding two books in his hands.
